Page 69 of Let’s Be Real

“You’re such a good sister,” he murmured.

I huffed a laugh. “I don’t know about that.”

“I do. I see it. You’re so much better than any of them deserve.”

I didn’t exactly think that was true, but I let myself sink into his comforting embrace anyway. Kelly had been right about one thing: I was lucky I’d found Nate when I did.

“No, no, no.” I dug my fingers into Nate’s scalp, squeezing my eyes shut. “I can’t. I don’t…”

He pressed his finger to my lips and kept moving deep inside me. “Shhh. You can, and you will. I’m only giving you what you deserve.”

“I can’t, Nate.” I shook my head, but he kept going, rolling my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

It hurt. My body, my heart, my throat, my mind. I couldn’t make it stop hurting. But Nate…he was determined.

He’d stayed after Kelly had shut herself away in my guest room. Before that, he’d played his part of doting boyfriend. Sitting with me while Kelly had ruminated over all the ways her life hadn’t played out as she’d planned. Holding my hand while I looked at pictures of the niece I might never know. And when we were alone, he’d pulled me into his arms and hugged me until I was ready to stand on my own two feet again.

Then…this.

He’d already made me come more times than I could fathom. With his hand, his mouth, his sweet, filthy words in my ear as he drove into me. I was wrung out. A sweaty, weeping mess. And he was still fucking me, so deep, I couldn’t breathe.

Not just fucking me, whispering words of encouragement. Telling me I deserved the pleasure he was giving me. I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and my pussy was his dream destination. I was his sweet girl, his pretty baby, and his cock got hard just thinking about me.

“Look at me,” he ordered, hard and sharp.

My eyes flew open, locking onto his. “I can’t,” I whined, even as I arched to meet his thrusts.

“You don’t believe that. You don’t mean it.” He brushed my sweaty hair off my face, cupping my head in his wide palm. “You are everything, Sammie. You give and you give, but you don’t know how to take.”

“No.” I shook my head, agreeing. Taking wasn’t in me. The times I’d held my hand out, it had been slapped away. I’d learned better a long time ago. “I can’t do it.”

“You can.” His eyes bore into mine. “You can.”

Then he pulled out of me completely and moved down my body so quickly I was dizzy from it. But the second his mouth met my swollen, hypersensitive clit, I was spinning like an out-of-control top. That was all it took for me to find my release, but it wasn’t a simple thing.

I flew and crashed, twisted and turned. My belly was a mess of knots coming undone in such rapid succession I couldn’t stay still. But Nate pressed down on my abdomen, keeping me stuck to the mattress for every complicated, hollowing second of pleasure and pain.

And it did hurt. It was so good, so much more than I would ever ask for—I didn’t know how to bear it. The pressure around my heart was astounding. So profound, all I could do was gasp and blink away the tears gathering in the corners of my eyes.

It was worse when Nate climbed back up my body and slid into me, his eyes glued to mine.

I couldn’t look away.

He wouldn’t have let me, so I didn’t try.

“You deserve it,” he whispered into my mouth as he kissed me. “You deserve it, Sammie.”

I didn’t believe it. Not any of it. But I couldn’t disappoint him. I nodded, and he exhaled, his forehead falling onto mine. Only then did he let go, finding pleasure inside me at last.

After we cleaned up and changed my gross sheets, we lay side by side in the dark. His hand found mine, holding it loosely, his thumb stroking the place he’d discovered directly tied to my nervous system that never failed to calm me down.

“Your family sucks,” he stated bluntly.

“Yeah.” It was that simple.

“Kelly has less than zero self-awareness.”

“Maybe point five percent.” Turning my head, I found he was already looking at me, and I smiled. “She was caught up in her grief tonight. I’m giving her a break.”